Camilla - 2010 |
"The Interrogator" |
Camilla was born at 4lbs, 4oz. If I had been a first-time mother, she would have died. I felt no movement for about two days at 36 weeks. A new mother would have listened to all the commentary about babies in the latter part of their utero stay: they don’t move, they kick inward, blah, blah. Here is a lesson I learned from Camilla: listen to your motherly instinct. I had skated through five vaginal births, but in typical Camilla fashion, she would rock my boat with an emergency section, and a NICU stay which was the longest week of my life.
Today, bearing a striking resemblance to Wednesday Addams, with matching demeanor. She is a most intelligent, little spitfire of information and inquisition. If she had a lie detector, a wooden table and ceiling light on a chain, she would drill you from sun-up to sundown about your whereabouts, your meals, your motives, your shoes, your hair color, your deodorant ... then she would inform the rest of the world about her findings ... major, major tattletale.
Her mantra: “Get ‘em in trouble and feast on the fat.” She has taken on most of her roommate, Federica’s no-budge personality, but those big eyes will knock you out of your seat. Please try not to make her cry ... it can go on for hours.
Her mantra: “Get ‘em in trouble and feast on the fat.” She has taken on most of her roommate, Federica’s no-budge personality, but those big eyes will knock you out of your seat. Please try not to make her cry ... it can go on for hours.
